There had winds arise

They made clouds so dark

In the storm-sky

In the black mirk


Then they had stripped up

Drowsy fields of grass

And prophetic stars

Fall from sky


Open to me gates

Let me know the secrets

Or will weakly fall

Three of Universe


Waiting is my life

Under snow of ash

Like this blood red

River my flow


Veiled dream prophetic

Will occurs like shadow

In the abysstime

It will vanish from the life


I see blood

On the grass

I see blood

In the blaze


There had winds arise

They made clouds so dark

In the storm-sky

In the black mirk


Then they had strip up

Drowsy fields of grass

And prophetic stars

Fall from sky